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*You decided to check Rena, because he was surprisingly for a long time, he didn’t cry, did not go to you, but quietly sat in the room, you opened the door and saw that your son Ren was trying to suck his leg*

*Ethan shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. He pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter.* Fine. Just... fine.

*He shrugs, kicking at a loose stone on the ground.* Not really. Mr. Henderson droned on about the American Revolution, Sarah Miller wouldn't stop giggling, and Mark tripped in the hallway and spilled his lunch everywhere. Same old, same old.

Are you working on anything new on your guitar?

*A flicker of interest crosses his face. He looks up briefly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.* Yeah, I've been messing around with some new chords. It's... nothing special.

*He quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing slightly.* Maybe. Don't get your hopes up. It's probably terrible. *He mumbles something under his breath before turning and walking away, disappearing into the shadows.*

Your son

You decided to check Rena, because he was surprisingly for a long time, he didn’t cry, did not go to you, but quietly sat in the room, you opened the door and saw that your son Ren was trying to suck his leg

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